Restraining Hongjun, Leveling with the Three Sovereigns

Houtu, clad in a black robe, led the Underworld Deities with a grave expression as they slowly approached the Ghost Gate Pass.

Once they halted, their gazes collectively fixed on a mysterious barrier before the gate.

Houtu's eyes flickered with a tangle of emotions—deep reluctance, barely restrained fury, and endless regret intertwined.

She inwardly chided herself, regretting her decision to go to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to Hongjun's teachings, hoping the Dao Ancestor would reveal the method for the Witch Race to obtain a Primordial Spirit.

That very choice had not only brought catastrophe upon her beloved elder brothers and sisters but also allowed that detestable old Hongjun to steal the Witch Race's precious fortune for nothing!

At the thought, Houtu's fists clenched unconsciously, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if only this could slightly ease the pain and rage within her.

Ever since she was trapped in the Underworld by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the inscrutable Heavenly Dao, endless torment and self-blame had surged like a tide, enveloping her tightly.

Houtu's beautiful, sorrowful eyes brimmed with remorse and self-accusation. She ceaselessly questioned her own heart, replaying that initial decision over and over.

She knew full well that it was her stubborn insistence on going to the legendary Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's teachings that had brought this devastating calamity upon the Witch Race.

Each recollection was like a sharp dagger, mercilessly stabbing her heart. She could almost see her Clan Members struggling in the flames of war, their wails filling the land;

she could feel their despairing gazes piercing through the thick fog, fixed directly on her. Those once-vivid faces had now turned into drifting souls, wandering aimlessly in the Underworld.

Houtu felt it was all her fault—if not for her willful decision, the Witch Race might not have met such a fate.

This heavy burden of guilt pressed down on her, nearly suffocating her, but she also knew that regret at this moment was useless.

It wasn't until Chi You arrived, his rough, bold face brimming with barely contained excitement. In his hands, he tightly gripped a treasure radiating mysterious light, formed from Nuwa's Spiritual Sense, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Then, without hesitation, Chi You handed it into Houtu's slender, pale palm. At that moment, Houtu learned of Nuwa's scheme, and the alliance between Nuwa and Houtu was formally sealed.

From that instant on, Houtu had waited quietly, like a patient hunter, biding her time for this crucial moment to arrive.

Now, the long-awaited flame within her heart blazed fiercely, no longer suppressible. Not only Houtu herself, but the countless beings of the Underworld could hardly contain their excitement.

Their hearts pounded like war drums, each breath filled with tension and anticipation.

Because if they could successfully stop Hongjun from striking at Nuwa, then Nuwa would have a great chance to awaken the Human Dao. Thus, their carefully laid plan would have successfully outmaneuvered that lofty, so-called Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"Everyone, make your move!" Houtu suddenly shouted, her voice like a thunderclap tearing through the sky. Before the words faded, she acted first, unleashing the vast Earthly Dao Power within her, surging like a roaring dragon, charging with full force at the Heavenly Dao Seal.

In the chaos, the ancient, mysterious Purple Cloud Palace stood silently. Suddenly, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had been sitting with closed eyes as if asleep, snapped them open, a flash of shock in his gaze, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Houtu! You dare..."

But Hongjun had no time for more words, as he keenly sensed the Heavenly Dao Seal being battered and weakened by a powerful force. This discovery made his expression shift sharply, a wave of intense unease rising within him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hongjun's form flickered, and with a single step, he vanished from the Purple Cloud Palace. The next instant, he appeared in the Underworld.

His hands moved swiftly, streams of light imbued with boundless, arcane laws surging forth like a tide, converging on the Heavenly Dao Seal in an attempt to reinforce the precarious barrier.

The moment Houtu saw the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, she radiated a powerful aura, her face filled with fury and resolve.

Clearly, far from backing down at Hongjun's arrival, she only intensified her assault on the Heavenly Dao Seal.

In that instant, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun felt an immense pressure bearing down on him like an avalanche, nearly crushing his breath.

Faced with such overwhelming force, he had no choice but to muster all his strength, channeling the mysterious and mighty power of the Heavenly Dao.

His hands formed seals rapidly, his lips murmuring incantations, as streams of dazzling light poured from his body, ceaselessly feeding into the seal before him.

"Houtu! Do not defy the will of Heaven. Isn't it better to stay quietly in the Underworld? Think of your Witch Race!"

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun's face was stern, his voice carrying an unyielding authority. His gaze locked onto Houtu, as if piercing through her innermost thoughts.

Yet Houtu remained unmoved, standing tall and firm, meeting Hongjun's stare with eyes full of defiance and unyielding spirit.

Knowing he couldn't leave this place anytime soon, Hongjun sent a telepathic message to the Five Sages, instructing them to have the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors go to Fire Cloud Cave after their enfeoffment.

On the mysterious, towering Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones were cultivating in their respective Cave Dwellings. Suddenly, a telepathic message from the Dao Ancestor Hongjun rang out like thunder in their ears.

When Taiqing Laozi and Primordial Lord received this message, both faces lit up with barely concealed excitement.

For them, receiving the Dao Ancestor's command to act was a great honor and opportunity. However, Tongtian beside them was clearly reluctant.

Frowning, he said to his elder brothers, "Elder Brother, Second Brother, we are the Pangu Orthodoxy! Bearing the merit of splitting Heaven and Earth, how can we stoop to such an undignified task?"

Taiqing Laozi's face darkened at this, and he replied sternly, "Third Brother, stop your nonsense! The master's command cannot be defied. Since the Dao Ancestor has issued his decree, we must obey." Without further argument, Taiqing Laozi grabbed Tongtian and sped off toward the Human Realm.

Meanwhile, on distant Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti, who had also received Hongjun's message, were ecstatic.

Their eyes gleamed with greed, as if envisioning a boundless, bright future.

Jieyin chuckled, "Junior Disciple Brother, this is a godsend! As long as we follow the Dao Ancestor's instructions and successfully seal away the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the fortune of the Human Race will be ours to command!"

Zhunti nodded eagerly, "Elder Brother speaks truly! Then the Western Sect will surely flourish and become the foremost of all sects!" With hearts full of anticipation and ambition, the two set off for the Human Realm.

On the vast Human Realm, atop the majestic Mount Tai Summit, all the high-ranking figures of the Human Race had gathered.

They stood solemnly, awaiting a momentous ceremony. This grand ritual was personally presided over by the Human Martial Ancestor, Su Mu.

The reason Su Mu himself conducted this Enfeoffment Ceremony was twofold. First, Yu had made immeasurable contributions to the development of the Human Race.

He had devoted himself to taming the devastating floods, saving countless people from misery, allowing the Human Race to live in peace and thrive.

Second, since Su Mu was already present, it would have been inappropriate for the Golden Phoenix to host such an important occasion.

Su Mu held the Kongtong Seal steady in both hands and declared in a voice like a great bell, "Yu labored tirelessly to control the floods, bringing welfare to the people; he established states, meticulously cast the Nine Tripods, and divided the land into the Nine Provinces. His achievements are outstanding, his virtue lofty—merits beyond measure. He is worthy to be chosen as the Great Emperor of our Human Race!"

As Su Mu's words fell, a deafening roar suddenly erupted. The crowd looked up to see a colossal Golden Cloud of Merit materialize in the sky.

That golden cloud, like a towering mountain of gold, blazed with dazzling Rosy Cloud, illuminating the entire world. When this astonishing Golden Cloud of Merit appeared, all the Great Powers of the Primordial World were stunned into silence.

"Everyone, look quickly! The merit bestowed upon this fifth Great Emperor of the Human Race is so vast—almost catching up to what the Three Sovereigns once had!" someone couldn't help but shout aloud.

"Indeed, it's utterly unbelievable! How on earth was this achieved?" others chimed in, their faces full of incredulous expressions.

"I reckon it's because of this flood. Yao and Shun both tried to control it, but their results weren't significant."

And amid this heated discussion, both Yu of Merit and Bei Xuan were granted supreme merit!

Bei Xuan calmly and carefully stored away this priceless merit, as if it were the rarest treasure in the world.

On the other side, Yu chose without hesitation to directly absorb the merit. In an instant, a vast and overwhelming energy surged into his body like a torrential flood.

With the continuous infusion of this powerful energy, Yu's aura began to rise step by step. Already exceptionally strong, he now shone like a dazzling star, radiating a blinding brilliance.

Finally, after all the Merit Power was fully absorbed, Yu's cultivation instantly broke through its bottleneck, stepping into the early stage of the Golden Immortal of the Origin!

From then on, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in the long river of Human Race history were finally all in place!

As if by fate, or perhaps by some unseen design, in that very moment, a boundless and inexhaustible destiny surged forth from the depths of the vast Nine Provinces where the Human Race dwelled.

The dazzling light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire heavens in resplendent gold. The once peaceful and tranquil Nine Provinces were instantly transformed into an endless Golden Ocean.

The blinding golden light rolled like surging tides, wave after wave sweeping in all directions.

And at this moment, the entire Primordial World seemed shaken by this sudden upheaval of the Human Race. Whether it was the mysterious immortal beasts hidden among lofty peaks or the ancient demons slumbering in deep caves;

whether it was the galloping herds of horses on vast grasslands or the agile water creatures playing in expansive lakes, countless living beings simultaneously felt this earth-shattering, terrifying power emanating from the Human Race.

Some were terrified, others awestruck; they all stopped what they were doing, gazing up at the Nine Provinces shrouded in golden light, their hearts filled with fear of the unknown and confusion about the future.

On Shouyang Mountain, ever since the Human Race Destiny grew, Nuwa sensed it first, for the destiny in Shouyang Palace had already turned liquid. Nuwa stood up and walked out of the great hall, for the moment had come when she needed to act.

The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti had already arrived.

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